Battle Wounds

A sharp sting while slicing, the knife slips away,

reminds me of summer, a flash of regret,

a moment that changed everything I’d say,

the line on my arm tells the story, unmet.

Each time I look down, I see how it shines,

a map of my battles, of lessons in pain,

a reminder that life is drawn with bold lines,

a testament to living, to falling, to gain.